Have you ever played the game, Diner Dash? That time-management game that is fun and stressful at the same time? There you get to play the character named, Flo, who decided to quit her job and opened a diner. There she slaves from finding the customers a table, getting their order, serving their food, taking their bill, and then putting off the plates to the washer. I loved the game and it also happens to be, the closest thing I could get to a diner (yeah I know, pathetic). That is because Pinoys prefer fast-food, coffee shops, and milk tea places. So when I spotted a diner during a morning stroll along Malate, all thoughts of eating at the big red bee’s place flew out of the window. That morning, I had breakfast, at Midtown Inn Diner.
I have a friend from college who is a certified shiny happy person. This despite the fact she had a hard life, so dramatic it’d make for a good Maalala Mo Kaya material. Few weeks ago I met up with her, after five years of not seeing each other. We agreed to have dinner at Buffalo Wings and Things in Glorietta 5.
There was this one time when I noticed that the cab driver wasn’t speaking to me in Tagalog. I thought to myself, “An english-speaking cab driver, sosyal!”. Eventually, we reached my destination and when I said, “Mama, bayad po,” a look of surprise registered on his face, then he said, “Nagtatagalog kayo ma’am? Akala ko Koreana kayo eh.”
Well, he wasn’t the only one who mistook me for a Korean despite not having that white alabaster skin that Korean women are known for. I choose to take it as a compliment because first, I love Korean dramas, second, I love Korean food. Speaking of their food, I believe my interest is turning into a fixation. In fact, last Sunday, I found another Korean resto to try and it’s called, “Kaya”.